Bonesplinter Ravine Let Dead things lie [m]

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[size=small]Blunt body encased in white, and gray slowly slid along the ravine. It was nightfall, barely any moon, though stars lit the way. Artok was used to the night time, he preferred it. Less creatures hunting, less bothering creatures. He could just exist in the starlight and shadows, limp his way along. 

He finally found a place to settle, paws at the edge of the ravine, he skirted the danger, tasted the wild. The starlight twinkled on the peppered white bones that lay along the ravine floor, and nocturnal creatures moved amongst the bones, picking at tiny morsels of food. 

Artok found solace in dead things. Perhaps, he had almost died so many times, it was one thing never changing. Death. There ready to embrace everyone, ready to take you when your number was up. No one could outrun death. Eventually, it came for you.[/size]